The Heir's secret

by HigherThanYourHeels

Summary:

The heir to the crown of Dyre, is required to choose his queen...

However he has found none of his interst despite his father's numerous choices .

Maybe except one..thoigh it may not be traditional not to marry royalty...his father might be not be delighted to find out that-

He may get King instead of a Queen..

Chapter 1: Chapter one

Jisung stared out the balcony, his eyes fixed on the horizon, watching as the sun slowly set under the clouds, the sky exploding in colors, like a pallete of pastel, .a light breeze blew through his hair, caressing his face, his arms resting on the railing..

His thoughts were occupied, he was to choose partner as his future queen, yet none of the suitors he had met were to his liking.

Either far to spiffy or spoiled, wanting to marry him for his wealth and status. Maybe his looks.. But being the only prince of Dyre, son of the great King Wendell..it made things difficult.

His father who had untied all the lords under one rule, bringing Dyre into harmony, uniting them to fight against the enemies of the Farlands. Naturally, He was expected to follow in his father footsteps and maintain the same harmony..

He pushed of the railing back into his room when the door opened, his second in command Changbin entered, his armor clinking with each step, the captain of his 10th battalion, and feared across the lands, he came and kneeled before him.

"My Lord, your father requests your audience in the throne room'

Jisung grimaced.. his hands clenching slightly as he turned to look at his knight. It wasnt his fault his father was stubborn, but he felt anger nonetheless.

"Does he wish for me to meet the new princess?'

Changbin looked at him with a sheepish expression. Jisung grumbled running an impatient hand through his hair...he marched over towards his armchair near the fireplace, which lay as cold as his expression, sitting down crossing his arms.

"Tell him i dont want to meet her" he said with a dismissive hand, and an aristrocratic huff.

"Sire...he insisted" Chagbin said cautiously.

Jisungs nostrils flared and he glared at Changbin and stood up, making the young knight look at him in concern.

"Very well! I shall humor him and go"

Jisung grabbed his jacket..walking past his concerned knight and headed towards the throne room..grumbling under his breathe the entire way, scaring off the maids.

He walked into the throne room to find his father talking to the duke of Redmont, Lord Wooyoung, and his daughter Lady Hyeong, she was known the rose of Redmont, had received many suitors for her hand in marriage, her long brown hair and large brown eyes a source of envy for many.

She gave Jisung a dazzling smile and a small wave of her hand, which he reluctantly returned, his father spotted him and smiled widely putting a hand on his shoudler bringing him closer.

"Ah son..meet Lord Wooyoung if Redmont..and his darling daughter Hyeong"

Jisung greeted them with a small bow which they replicated. Wooyong unable to hide his glee and the Lady batting her eyelashes at him.

"Charming young prince i must say Wendell.., perfect for Hyeong here.." He chuckled looking Jisung up and down as if sizing him up.

"Has he served in the army yet?'

Wendell chuckled patting Jisungs back.

"Indeed, he is one of my best scouts, and has led many successful battles for Dyre"

Jisung didnt want to be here, that much wa sclear on his face, he groaned soflty and looked past Hyeon towards the gate..

His eyes zeroed in on man walking towards them, he was tall with eyes like chestnuts..his hair curtaine his face like a frame around a painting, capturing its beauty...he was tall and lean, broad shoudkers and muscular arms he wore armor, rose colored like his homelands coat of arms, it hugged his figure perfectly..the boar coat of arms of Redmont on his chest.

Jisung gulped...felling his heart staring to race a thousand miles per second, he felt like he had wriggling worms in his stomach making him giddy...

Who was that guy? And why on earth..was he so breathtaking...

"Um..who- who is that?' He asked the Lord, who looked back and spotted the man and chukled.

"Oh That? That's Minho..one of my best knights and scouts, here as to guard my daughter."

"Oh.." Jisung muttred his eyes coming back to him..like metal to magnet. Minho walked over to then and bowed in respect..he then turned to Jisung meeting his eyes for second..making Jisungs heart leap forward in response.

"My Lord, Im Lee Minho, At your service"

Jisung gulped, as he watched Minho kneeled before him, one hand on his chest. Jisung would do everything tow at him that man kneel before him again and again.

"Yes yes...nice to meet as well..Minho.." he managed to say without stuttering..

Minho stood up and looked at the young prince..he was..cute in way..with a cute round face and large eyes almsot innocent looking..he had jet black hair and wore a uniform, Dyre's coat of arms gleaming on his chest and medals, a scout?

Minho put his hands behind his back and stood beside Hyeong, as the two elders conversed....he was sizing up this young prince, as if to determine whether he wa sgood enough for His Lady.

"You will be staying here Minho?" Wendell asked him with smile..Minho nodded.

"For the Princess Sire..as long as she's here so am i"

Jisungs heart leapt at his words, he didnt know why he felt the excitement building in his chest making him feel all warm.

"Perfect..We can arrange your living quaters in the castle..

Jisung could've squealed...he was living with them? In the same castle?. oh God has blessed him once more, he could've cried. This was absolutely perfect, he wouldnt miss a chance to see this guy in the castle.

"...and his eyes Bin..I could've fallen into them forever, he was so perfect and so dreamy-"

He was pacing his room as he ranted to Changbin, who watched him with a raised eyebrow..., the prince was clearly smitten with the knight...and a little too much than his father would've approved off.

"Sire..im glad you...like him- but..it- its a little ridiculous-"

Jisung looked at him so fast he could've sworn his neck cracked...

"It is not! It could happen! Besides...Father said I should have to choose my bride..and i choose him-" as he crosse dhis arms as if that settled the matter.

"I think he meant the princess...Sire, not her consort-"

"You wouldnt know Bin! The only love you've felt is with your sword"

Changbin scoffed crossing his arms.

"I still think this would end up very badly-"

Meanwhile Minho entered his quarters..the room was nice..better than the barracks he was used to, a large four poster bed and a vanity in the corner, a single bathroom and an oil lamp with a cupboard...

He stripped his armor and put on some comfortable robes and lied down, staring up at the ceiling, where the flower of Dyre stared back at him, the young Prince still wandering his mind..Jisung was it? He'd heard many stories of the great Prince of Dyre...he didnt seem all that threatening, yet the medlas on his chest spike otherwise.

He seemed kind of...cute...

Minho sighed and rubbed his face..he couldn't think like this, especially not about the crown prince, the one who was supposed to wed his employers daughter., he threw a cushion agaisnt the wall..

He was being ridiculous..after the wedding was finalized, he would go back to the army..where he belonged...where his future ultimately lay..

He turned to loe on his side, fiddling with the blankets, Maybe, he could train here, that would keep his mind away from the Prince for a while..

With that he leaned over the bed.. reaching for the lamp...watching as the moon slowly reached its peak in the sky, its soft glow the only grounding sours eof his turnoil thoughts and turned off the light.

Chapter 2: Chapter 2

Jisung couldn't sleep. His thoughts were consumed by the knight, how he dd at him, those calculating eyes, and pale, olive skin.

The door knocked loudly and he sat up in bed to see who it was, it was Chan, his butler..he was smiling widely and bowed in greeting.

"Morning Sire, did you have a good night?"

Jisung scoffed running his hand through his hair, his eyes were tired with eyeballs.. and his clothes ruffled like he spent his night wrestling monsters...he stood up stretching his arms above his head and went to the bathroom, Chan shifted nervously from one foot to the other before speaking.

"Um Sire, Lady Hyeongs Brother arrived this morning, and your father was hoping you'd greet him and show him around.."

Jisung who was in the middle of brushing his teeth paused..brother? Hyeong had a brother? Perhaps he would be just as snotty and narcissistic as his sister, he didnt have any high hopes.

He nodded to Chan and left, and he pulled on his best suit to greet the young lord, not really paying attention to his reflection..so occupied by his thoughts.

With his thoughts occupied he didnt really pay attention to his surroundings, causing him to walk head first into Minho, .

Minho, who had been standing there beside Lady Hyeong accompanying her to greet her brother felt the impact witha grunt, stumbling a little as turned to see the Young Prince on the floor rubbing his head looking irritated.

Minho held out a hand, his expression not changing...he expected the prince to be cold to him..but he just stared at him his lips parted slightly him and cleared hiis throat...momentarily forgetting how to speak..

"Um.-"

"Are you alright Sire?'

"Yes...yes...im ok..."

He stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to say any further..should he compliment him? Or maybe ask about his day? Maybe ask him about his plans and ask him out for dinner?

Minho nodded slightly and turned back to face the princess...Jisung was about to curse his momentary lack of confidence when he saw the Lady's brother, the Lord of Redmont..

The man was tall and lean..with an expressionless face yet an aura that radiated authority, he had large dark eyes and small nose, he looked like he was sizing him up when his eyes fell on the Prince, his own knight, Changbin watching him with fascination..

"Kim Seungmin your majesty...Lady Hyeong's younger brother.." Minho announced introducing the young lord, but Jisung was too distracted by that pretty voice to pay attention.

Seungmin bowed his head at Jisung who snapped out of his trance and greeted him back.

"Welcome..to Dyre'

"My Honor is mine Your Majesty"

However changbin could barely keep his eyes of the young Lord...his heart thundering loudly, Jisung ahd kick him discreetly to make him snap out of it.

"Your majesty...you dont mind if I meet your army?'

It was Minho, Jisung turned to look at him..the army? Did he want to train or something? To look authoritative and act like the prince he was meant to be, he nodded..waving a dismissive hand...though his heart was in his throat..

"Yes yes..you may go, but be careful'

The words of concern did not go unoticed, Minho noticed it..he saw the flicker of amusement in his eyes..and that smirk graced his handsome face before he walked away.

Meanwhile Lady Hyeong and her brother Seungmin were watching him, curious and rather amused, Jisung felt his cheeks burned and he let out a shaky breath..

"Lord Seungmin...why dont you join him..maybe itll help you...settle.." Jisungs said not meeting the youngers eyes..who nodded.

"I'll take you! Um Sir- "

Jisung looked at Changbin..surprised at his rather enthusiastic volunteer...but he wasnt looking at Jisung...he was looking at the young Lord...

"Very well...we can spar" Seungmins said and Jisung could've swore he saw a hint of a smile on his face as Changbin eagerly followed. His armor clacking loudly....

Lady Hyeong then turned to him..she laced her arm through his..and gave him one of her dazzling smiles..

"Shall we head to the town My Prince? Maybe we can get something to eat?"

Jisung felt a pang of annoyance when her arm threaded through his...firm and unyielding.. he wanted to snap at her to let go...but he couldn't..not if he wanted to face the wrath of his father and risk war with Redmont..

He spent an uneventful morning with Lady Hyeong, and most of the afternoon, she had dragged him to every boutique in the country and made sure he bpught her everything she wanted, whichw a smaot of the shop.

He had no interest whatsoever in whether a white dress was better than a golden one, when he finally did get to the castle..he was exhausted..and decided to get cleaned up in the bath..

What he hadn't expected, Minho to be there, bathing in the main room, Jisung, who walked inside and wa sin the middle of removing his shirt, heard sounds of water splahsing inside...

Intrigued and curious, wondering who else would be here at this time, he walked towards the doors and pushed the door open slightly and peaked inside, his breathe hitched...as his eyes took in the sight before him.

Minho was bathing in the large pool, his bare back on display...a single tattoo on his shoulder...a boar...with two spears through..the coat of arms of the Redmont's Scouts..

But that's not what Jisung was staring at...his heart leap to his throat, his stomach doing a sumersault, as Minho ran his fingers through his wet hair...his eyes closed...his lips slightly parted as the steam surrounded every inch of his skin..

He could spend hours watching him., hidden behind tge wall, He looked like a greek hod, his body handmade by Zeus, perfectly sculpted like a peice of art, Unfortunatelyfor Jisung, Minho felt someone was watching him.

Being a scout, Minho narrowed his eyes, looking around the vast room, and was immediately on guard.. unaware of the breathless you Prince who was trying to calm his speeding heart desperately, wanting to remain quiet and hidden.

He looked for an escape...and slipped into one of the other rooms, hoping Minho didnt notice his presnece...he could act like he came in and defiently went to the other room on purpose...

He took his pants off and slipped into the warm water..his body shuddering at the feeling..calming his frayed nerves...his muscles relaxed..the tension leaving them...however...not even hot water and bubble baths could erase the image of Minho from his mind...

His fingers brushed over the spot where he had seen the elders tattoo...wondering how it would look close up...and under the feel of his lips..against that smooth fair skin..

Minho, had gotten out of the bath...drying himself off...his mind preoccupied about the feeling of someone watchung him, he had a distinct ude aof who it couldve been, then he thoight of the Prince, tge way he told him to be careful during training, almost sounding concerned. It was adorable, in a way.

Minho slipped on his shirt and tied his hair into a small ponytail, as he dressed, his mind remained on Jisung..and the way the sunlight hit just right on his honey skin...making it glow like gold..

He shook his head...he was the crowned Prince...he wasn't supposed to think that way...

Chapter 3: Chapter 3

Changbin could only watch as Seungmin, dominated the field.., his sword skills were fast and presice...his uncanny ability to move fast and undetected was just as impressive..

He didnt know what turned him on more...the expression on his face..full of serious determination or the fact he swings that sword like it was the part of his body..an extention of his own hand..

Another man fell in exhaustion as the lord straightened and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, he turned his sharp eyes on Changbin..

"Your turn...'

Changbin gulped..his heart skipping a beat.. heat rushing through his ears...he picked up a sword with a blunt tip as to not cause harm...and stepped into the ring...grabbing the hilt with both hands..

Seungmin stood in position...sword slightly above hip level..right foot infront of the other...he attacked..and Changbin managed to block him with his sword...they were so close...he could count his eyelashes..and every freckles on his face..

The swords clashed again and again as Changbin was pushed back...he gripped his sword tighter..aiming for an overhead cut, while seungmin blocked..aiming a kick to his gut ..causing him fall...

He didnt stay down for long...he swung his sword..now even more determined...a serioes of cuts, Seungmin blocked each one...and Changbin saw...a hint of a smile on thay handsome face ...making his breathe hitch..

Using the momentary distraction to his advantage. Seungmin overpowered him and pointed the sword at his chest...with smirk.

"Better luck next time knight.."

"Your so beautiful" the words had left this mouth before he could stop them..he watched in absolute horror and hope as The young Lords eyes widend..his sword faltering slightly...as he looked at him in confusion...and a bit of something else..

He then pulled the sword point awya and sheathed it...walking out the circle.. leaving the knight on ground, watching him leave..

Minho was walking the castle grounds..in a simple tunic...watching the flowers dance gently in the breeze..he was oy in thoughts...however that prince could never leave his thoughts alone..

That Golden Skin that looked simply radiant when he smiled...and that hair he kept pushing back...Minho felt himself smile a little...kicking a small rock over the hill...as he wandered over the grass...

Lady hyeong was lucky to marry him...he was happy for her...then why...did his chest fill with a sense of dread whenever he thought about it? The prince..spending his days...and years...with person...that wasnt him?

Minho sighed and sat down..looking up at the sky..and large clouds that drifted lazily over the horizon. He had no chance...a knight...and a prince.. it was a laughable thought...maybe a little more than a dream and fantasy..

Jisung was walkng across the castle hoping to carch a mere glimpse of the knight, he'd been to the arena where his lovesick knight was drinking and talking to his comrades...and the scurrying maids..chittering past him..till he stumbled towards the castle garden...the endless grass and maze of rose bushes sat Minho..

His brown eyes reflected the sky twinkling like lanterns in a lake..his skin fair and smooth like pearls...his hair perfectly silky falling over his face...he looked like art...an art Jisung would sell his kingdom to buy..

Before he could stop himself..his feet started to steer him towards the elder...walking the soft grass towards him..navigating the winding paths...of bricks and stone..

"Hey...mind if I join you?"

Minho looked up to see the Young Prince..his round brown eyes shining with a kind of excitement he couldn't place...his cheeks puffed a little in his wide smile...his hair a mess yet almost endearing..

"Of course My Lord.."

Jisung waved a dismissive hand as he sat down.

"No need for the formalities...call me Jisung'

Minho couldn't help but smile...the corners of his mouth turning into a small smirk.

"Jisung? I suppose that makes things a little easier.."

Jisung smiled and small blush coated his cheek at the sight of the others smile...he glanced at their hands....his fingers just inches away from the other's..

Minho must've noticed too because his shoudlers stiffened slightly...and he bore his eyes ibvfront of hin..not looking at the relaxed Prince.

"So...Minho...your only here tilly he wedding then? But i suppose..i must admit im not all that excited.." He admitted sheepishly glancing g at elder knight who turned his head to meet him..

"Why ever not...I mean..my Lady is the Rose of Redmont.."

"I suppose...im not into her...she's amazing dont het me wrong...but...not for me..I ahve my sights set...for another.."

Minho felt his heart sinking little at the thought of the prince already having feleings for someone..and gulped before speaking..a lot softer than before...

"Oh? And this...person.. is someone your father will not approve of?"

Jisung shook his head...a small bittersweet smile on his face.

"I doubt he'd take it well that I admit fancying a man.."
Minhos heart did a flip in chest drumming agaisnt his ribs so loud..he could swear the Prince could hear it..

"A man..Sire- I mean..Jisung ...why won't your father approve?"

"Hes...old fashioned...maybe that's why he stays shut up in the castle most of the time" He sounded bitter.. and almost cold..pulling his knees to his chest and resting his head on them..

Minho looked a thim..he looked adorable..withl that pout and his cheeks puffed out...lips pushed together..he couldn't help but smile slightly..blood rushing in his ears like fire.

"Youre adorable.."

Jisung didnt belive he heard what he did...he looekd at the elder his eyes wide like a puppy's.. and his heart pounded like crazy..making his chest hurt..

Minho saw the flicker of surprise in his gaze and couldn't help but Chuckle..covering his mouth with his hand which made the younger fall for him even harder.

Chapter 4: Chapter 4

Minho spent the next few days thinking about the way Jisung laughed, the way his eyes lit up like two stars..and the way his mouth shaped into a heart..

Minho could swear his heart was trying to break out of his chest...and found himself smiling at the thought.

"He really is adorable.." he muttred to himself..heading to the grounds hoping to find something to distract himself.

Changbin was eating..he was lost in thought...as he munched on cupcakes..and macaroons and whatever came in within reach...he was still thinking the way Seungmin had managed to beat him spar...the way he looked..they way he moved with such fluid intensity.

The small beads of sweat on his forehead and the way his dark hair fell over his black eyes...a hint of triumph and smugness on his aloof expression..

Changbin stopped eating...his stomach feeling awfully full amd ticklish at the thought...he wanted to throw up...but at the same time smile...

He rubbed the back of his neck..and buried his face in his hands..

If only he hadn't embarrassed himself, and said those stupid impulsive words...than maybe they could've sparred again.

Seungmin was pacing his quaters...yesterday's fight, and the way the other had smiled and the way he beat him, he was good no doubt..but Seungmin would've scoffed and left him there if he wasnt...but those words...that had escaped from the knights lips...still roamed his head like a curse..

"You're so beautiful.."

Seungmin's breath hitched...and his composure faltered as the words replayed..so vivd in his minds eye..he couldn't...he was a lowly knight, and he was Lord for crying out loud! He couldnt meddle in such affairs...no matter how tempting they may be.

He let out a groan and lay in his bed...sooner this wedding was approved..the sooner he could go home..than he wouldn't have to think about him..and he would be happy....

He turned to his side..the thoughts overtaking him..a bitter feeling in his chest...if this was supposed be a happy thought...why did it make him feel...bitter?

Jisung was lounging on his throne reading the letters from the king's of neighboring kingdoms, offering their daughters for his hand in marriage and alliance..

He sighed..he had no interest int here princesses, he already his sights set on someone else...the thought brought a smirk to his face..almost cocky...he had spent the entire evening with him yesterday...

They had talked for hours..just lying in the grass, and Minho had laughed...because of him...he had the most beautiful laugh Jisung has ever heard of, clear as day and as beautiful as the night...he would scour the earth's richest treasures and fight its looming adversaries to hear that laugh one more time..

Speaking of the devil..he heard footsteps in the hallways..and saw Lady Hyeong accompanied by Minho, Jisung raised his eyes to watch them..or rather him...

Minho felt the Prince's eyes burning holes into his back...he knew Jisung was watchung his every move...and it made him feel rather..flattered..he smirked to himself..as he helped the Lady exit the castle.

Jisung would've followed them if his butler Chan hadn't shown up..

"Sire?"

Jisung jumped and looked back with wide eyes before relaxing after seeing who it was.

"Jeez Chan, don't scare me like that!"

"My apologies.. but um..have you picked the outfit for the ball tonight"

Jisung who was in the middle of sipping his drink spat it out choking alittle.

"Ball?! What ball?"

Chan looked concerned and blinked..

"Tonight's ball Sire...the official ceremony for the wedding with Lady Hyeong?"

JIsung groaned and put his drink down putting his face in his hands..Chan looked concerned and tilted his head.

"Is something wrong, Sire?"

"I Dont...wish to Marry, Chan..im not ready"

Chans expression softened even further as he placed a hand on Jisungs shoudler..

"Have you talked to your father about this?'

"He won't listen...he doesn't care if I love her or not"

Chan pursed his lips, he was right, in a way, the kings as a stubborn man..set on his decisions once made,which like him, were hard to change.

Jisung stormed into his quaters..and found Felix..his seamsmaster was already there..fixing his outfit for the ball.

The outfit was regal and elegant, white with handmade embroidery, and chain on the pants, which he thought was overkill, the cape was perfectly centered from on shoudler complete with his medals, he'd earned in battle..

Felix looked up from his work, a few pins in his mouth as a sewing needle in his hands, his blue eyes beamed when he saw him, blonde hair tied back..the man looked like an angel...but was anything but.

"Sire! Ive just finshed making your suit..its radiant and im sure you'll be very happy with it-"

But he passed noticing the dejected look on the Prince's face..he frowned and put his tools down and sat down beside him on the bed..

"Is everything ok?"

"I dont wish to marry Lady Hyeong..."

Felix looked at him and then t the suit he was working on..he placed a hand on his back.

"But sir...you know you have to marry...for the betterment of the crown and the future queen of Dyre-"

"I know why the wedding is important, but i dont see the point if I dont love her..I love someone else.."

Jisung didnt mean to snap..but the situation was frustrating enough without needing to be reminded why he had to sacrifice his life for the throne.

Felix however was momentarily stunned at his admission, he could see the slight embarrassment and the rosy blush that slowly filled his cheeks..

"You..love someone else? The why not marry her?"

"Him..Felix...I cant marry him"

Felix almsot choked on his own saliva...as Jisungs gaze fixed on his feet.

"Oh"

"Yeah...so you can see why my father would have my head..."

Felix looked at the suit again and sighed, he lenaed forwards, and rubbed his face trying to think of a solution, before speaking.

"How about..you good to Tonight's ball...maybe dance a little...enjoy it...we'll figure this out yeah?"

Jisung nodded...and stood up...new found determination...maybe he could sneak in a dance with Minho...no one would know...especially not his father.

He spent three hours getting ready, with the help of Felix and his boyfriend Hyunjin, Jisung never knew how that happend, Hyunjin was hired as Felix's assistant, and ended up becoming his overly sweet lover, they fussed over him.

They styled his hair and gently applied eyeliner to show his status as the prince, Hyunjin insisted the adding of a dab of lipstick, and blush, when they were done ..Jisung looked absolutely amazing.

He stared at himself in the mirror when the door knocked and Chan peaked in..his eyes widened at seeing Jisung, dolled up.. and blinked fast.

"Wow...um..Sire..the Guests...they are here...your father wishes to find you in the hall."

Jisung nodded and looked at Felix and Hyunjin. Who were smiling and admiring their art..

"Wish me luck"

"Good luck" Felix said witha supportive pat.

"You'd be turning heads tonight My Lord" Hyunjin winked...as Jisung chuckled..and went with Chan..

"Let's do this..."

Chapter 5: Chapter 5

Jisung walked into the ball room, the wooden tiles stretched across the floor...filled with countless  guests...all either hand in hand or dancing along the music..and on the throne.. sat his father...watching the Guests mingle..

Jisung ran hand through his hair and walked in..his eyes searching for something he wasnt really sure of. His footsteps were drowned by the sounds of chatter...as he reached his father's throne..and he bowed in greeting.

"Prince of Dyre, Master Jisung!" The Herald Jeongin announced as the Guests bowed and clapped. A few ladies waved excitedly to which he poliety to smiled.

Jisung stood behind his father's throne..his eyes sweeping the room when he spotted Lady Hyeong heading to the platform..arm in arm with..Minho.

Jisungs breathe hitched, not for the princess..but for the man beside her...he looked..absolutely radiant, his suit matched the rose colors of his Lady..his brown hair comed framing his chisled face..those aloof brown eyes..and his perfectly carved nose..all perfect under the ethereal lights.

"The Rose of Redmont..Lady Hyeong"

The crowd again bowed and clapped, to which Hyeong waved and smiled, delighted at the attention.

He was required to dance with her..as she was to be his fiance, he hesitantly moved towards her..and held out a hand for her to take, which she did, however, his eyes briefly met with Minhos, who looked at him..a sort of amusement in his eyes..and a little of something else..

Jisung placed ahand on her wiast, and held her other, as she placed one hand on his shoudler, and slowly the music played, as the two swayed across the dance floor, with every pair of eyes on them.

Minho watched them dance from the platform, both hands folded behind him. The two danced with grace, and ease almost perfect..Minho could see them as the future rulers of Dyre.

Suddenly he felt a little sick in his stomach..he wanted to leave and turned awya from the scene, but he was rooted to his spot, watching the young Prince dance with Lady hyeong..

Slowly the couples joined he dance floor..following the lead of their Prince..the king looking approvingly at the young couple, choosing to ignore the irrited expression on his sons face.

"This ridiculous" he muttred under his breathe.

"May i have this Dance?"

Seungmin raised an eyebrow, was this guy serious? He thought he'd pushed him away, the knight was dressed in a red suit with white pants his medals gleaming on his chest, his gloved hands held out, his eyes twinkling..

"What makes you think id dance with you?" The lord replied coldly, folding his arms over his chest, though he pushed the guilt deep down his heart.

"Because im Charming" Changbin said witha slight wink.

Seungmin fought a smile that threatened to grace his face and slowly,rather hesitantly placed a hand on his.

Jisung twirled Lady Hroeng making her smile and glance smugly at the other guests, pressing herself against Jisung causing him to stumble slightly but catch himself in time, annoyed he let his gaze wander and found his knight, and, was he dancing with Lord Seungmin?.

Jisung looked amused..seeing the way the young man looked being twirled by the burly knight and caught just in time by the waist. His cheeks already rosy, with wide eyes, his lips parted slightly.

Minho was still standing where he was left, watching as the coupled danced together, when a young rather beautiful lady approached him, she bowed before asking for his hand in a dance.

Minho agreed, as he led her to the dance floor, gebtly dancing with her. He found himself enjoying it immensely as he smiled while dancing with the young lady, unaware of the pair of eyes watching of him.

Jisung watched as Minho swayed with the ginger,the worst part? He was smiling, and it made Jisungs chest ache, maybe his pain was shown on his face as Lady Hyeong stopped dancing with him for a second.

"Hey..Whats wrong?"

Jisung tore his eyes away from the dancing couple and shook his head.

"Nothing...let's just dance"

The music started to play louder as the couples danced faster and occasionally switched partners, on beat, meeting hands, Jisung watched as Minho switched partners at every beat, every lady more beautiful than the last. Jelaous, Jisung also started to change partners, wanting to get closer, as the music grew louder and the onlookers clapped on beat.

The air grew more charged and and exciting as the crowd twirled and found knew partners, the beat continued on point, crowd twirling and switching, Jisungs eyes not on his partners, but on Minho, his only focus to get to him.

As the song came to a close he reached for Minho, and one Clap and a final twirled and the final partners of each person, his hand grabbed Minho's reaching for his waist as their chest pressed together panting slightly, eyes meeting, ras the music stopped.

They quickly let go of each other, Jisung clearing g his throat, but when he turned to look again, minho had already retreatd back his position.. not meeting the Prince's eyes at all.

"What were you doing of dancing with that man-"

"Jisung felt his father's bruising grip on his arm..and felt his anger radiated.

"Father- I- it was an accident!'

"You are a Prince and I suggest you act like it! No more of this nonsense..you will marry Lady Hyeong and that's is final!"

With that his father stormed off not even giving his son a chance for explanation.

Jisung felt a bitter taste on his tongue as he stopped his foot and walked out the empty throne room..towards his own.